Quote by John Burroughs
I have discovered the secret of happiness - it is work, either wit

I have discovered the secret of happiness – it is work, either with the hands or the head. The moment I have something to do, the draughts are open and my chimney draws, and I am happy. – John Burroughs

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Temperament lies behind mood; behind will, lies the fate of character. Then behind both, the influence of family the tyranny of culture; and finally the power of climate and environment; and we are free, only to the extent we rise above these. – John Burroughs

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A man can get discouraged many times but he is not a failure until he begins to blame somebody else and stops trying. – John Burroughs

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Blessed is the man who has some congenial work, some occupation in which he can put his heart, and which affords a complete outlet to all the forces there are in him. – John Burroughs

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Seeking happiness, I passed many travelers headed in the opposite direction, seeking happiness. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

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Aye, Im tellin ye, happiness is one of the few things in this world that doubles every time you share it with someone else. – Harry Lauder

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You can be happy where you are. – Joel Osteen

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